And Jack is accompanied, in place of Dante's Virgil, by a changing cast of hippies, dropouts and artists, all of whom dispense real or ersatz wisdom with the earnest dippiness
of American seekers.
I've often wondered why this should be given that in my experience women are generally far nicer blokes than men but can put it down only to their greater susceptibility to dippiness
. For instance, male serial killers are visited by hordes of women wanting either to bed them or marry them (there's a world of difference) but do you honestly believe men would be so quick to fraternize with female freak- shows?